poem 77

November 17, 2009

Woman on park bench with white head band between two trees

so its true i was wrong about the whole thing.

it played in my mind.

and then played me.

but your beauty still lies and i can only see the sweetness in you i wanted in me.

fantasy’s of you are precious to have.

they comfort me and always will.

that makes me happy enough,

i guess.

but i wonder if in the night my face finds you too.

-key

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